... but the bench beside it, where someone left their trash, is not.

I mean, who wouldn't want to stuff their refuse down the gaping maw of this shiny fiberglass clown?

Just now, for reasons completely unrelated to this photo (heh) I realized that for New Yorkers, every trashcan represents a temporal portal to New Jersey. Maybe the more sensitive folks among us know that their trash is bound for points west if it goes into the bin, and they really just want to keep it here in the city.

So they leave it on the bench. Isn't that kind?